Finally escaped the island yesterday! Tricked Grandma into watching the natives while I went to the doctor. Felt strange leaving the house unencumbered, a full 110 lbs. lighter than usual. Spent twenty minutes alone in the car, without a string of “why” questions, or “Wheels on the Bus” playing on repeat. Didn’t know other songs still existed. Took a book along as a little piece of indulgence for the waiting room. Was able to read three pages, with interruptions, before the doctor saw me. It was heavenly. How did I find the only doctor’s office that runs on time? Note to self: Must switch to less efficient practice. Left armed with a diagnosis of sinus infection/bronchitis, with a bit of viral-induced asthma. Scored some super-antibiotics and an inhaler. Was also told to get plenty of rest and fluids. (Hee hee hee! 17 hours later, and still laughing…hee hee hee! Wait…you don’t think the 72 hours last week without sitting down or finishing a glass of water are related, do you? Hee hee hee! ) Now reading this and thinking perhaps I have been pushed over the edge to hysteria.
Returned to the island. Grandma helped bathe large natives while I prepped dinner. Relearning how to cook dinner is difficult, but also a welcome change from the standard island cuisine (PBJ, mac & cheese, and frozen pizza). Took Small Native to Water Babies class (a great way to help even the littlest native become comfortable in the water…Small Native has already learned to stand in, crawl in, and try to climb out of his tub at home…very useful). Grandma and larger natives stayed behind and picked up the entire house and set the table for dinner. (The natives would have required me to do a very undignified tribal dance to get this kind of result! How does Grandma do it?!)
Have decided to turn the island over to Grandma. Clearly she is the right one for this job. Chief is standing today, so I am sure she will have help soon. Where shall I escape to next? Maybe the dentist…45 minutes lying down in a chair…sounds amazing…
Returned to the island. Grandma helped bathe large natives while I prepped dinner. Relearning how to cook dinner is difficult, but also a welcome change from the standard island cuisine (PBJ, mac & cheese, and frozen pizza). Took Small Native to Water Babies class (a great way to help even the littlest native become comfortable in the water…Small Native has already learned to stand in, crawl in, and try to climb out of his tub at home…very useful). Grandma and larger natives stayed behind and picked up the entire house and set the table for dinner. (The natives would have required me to do a very undignified tribal dance to get this kind of result! How does Grandma do it?!)
Have decided to turn the island over to Grandma. Clearly she is the right one for this job. Chief is standing today, so I am sure she will have help soon. Where shall I escape to next? Maybe the dentist…45 minutes lying down in a chair…sounds amazing…
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